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Chapter 10: Victoria's Secret
Sun Feb 10, 2008 8:02am
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I shook my head forlornly, now absolutely miserable. I just wanted to get it over with. “That one you have your hand on will be fine. I’ll take it,” I said as I started walking towards the counter.

She would have none of it. “Well, hang on, let’s have a look.” She took a fuchsia-colored teddy off the hanger and held it up against my chest. “Here, hold this up for me.” I held the teddy by the straps while she stepped back about three feet and observed the scene with a smile. The teenagers were looking on, giggling like the little schoolgirls they were. Becky and Brenda were close by, most assuredly relishing the moment. The salesgirl took her sweet time, extending my excruciating torment, as I stood there red-faced until I couldn’t take it any more. I lowered the teddy and again started walking to the counter.

“I’ll take it,” I said.

“No, I don’t think so,” Julie answered. “I think it might be a little too big for you. You have somewhat of a petite physique. A tighter fit would really show off your charms.” I couldn’t believe the salesgirl wouldn’t just let me buy the damn thing and let me get the hell out of there. Plus, I was getting the uncomfortable impression that she was teasing me. I mean, my “charms?” Please. Then, unbelievably, my plight worsened. “You really need to try one on to make sure it fits just right. Tell you what, why don’t you go into the dressing room and take your clothes off while I find one just like this one, only a little smaller. I’ll hand it over the top of the door.”

I froze, quite resistant to the turn of events. “Really, that won’t be ne…”

“Please, I insist,” she interrupted. “It’ll save you the trouble of having to come back and return it. Now go get undressed and I’ll be right with you.”

Again I caught Brenda’s eye and remembered her warning. Now trembling, I made my way to the smallish dressing room. The top of the door reached to the middle of my forehead. I locked the door and stood on my tiptoes, warily looking out at the store. Becky, Brenda and the two teenaged girls were staring at my red face, all of them grinning. The salesgirl had an impish grin on her face as she sifted through the rack of teddies. On top of that, another customer, a well-dressed, tall blond woman in her late thirties was also looking on from a spot in between two racks of panties. She was much more interested in my predicament than she was the merchandise.

I couldn’t believe what I was about to do. I slipped off my shirt, and, unable to find a seat or a hook in the stark room, I dropped it on the floor. I paused momentarily, and then continued with the unavoidable. I unsnapped my shorts and let them drop to my feet and stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor. Unbelievably, I was standing in a lingerie dressing room wearing only my underpants, frilly socks, and girl’s tennis shoes. I crossed my arms over my chest and waited. I shivered and looked down at the goose bumps on my arms. At that point Julie must have seen my feet through the six-inch opening under the door. “You can take off your shoes and your pretty socks, too,” she said in a loud voice. “You’d look awfully silly wearing a teddy with shoes and socks, don’t you think?” I reached down and obligingly removed the shoes and socks. I could see Julie’s feet on the other side of the door. She wasn’t as tall as I am, so (fortunately for me!), she wouldn’t be able to peer in at me. “I’m sorry I don’t have any hooks in there for your clothes. We’re in the process of remodeling. If you want to hand them over to me I’ll hang them up on one of the racks until you’re ready for them.”

“N-no really, it’s just an old shirt and a pair of shorts.” The anxiety in my voice betrayed my desperation.

“Come on, sweetie, hand ‘em over. It’s part of our service here. You wouldn’t want me to get in trouble with my manager, now, would you?” Her open hand reached above the door, beckoning for my clothes. I picked up my shirt and put it in the hand. The hand disappeared with my shirt and came back up, empty. I groaned to myself, reached down for my shorts and put them in the hand. Again it disappeared, and to my chagrin came back up again, empty. I paused for a moment, then handed her one of my shoes. Wishful thinking. “No, silly boy, your undies. You don’t want your panties sticking out of the bottom of your teddy, now, do you?” I heard the snickers coming from inside the store. The only thing worse than hearing the word “panties” was the fact that I was about to relinquish my underpants. Again I paused, and the hand opened and closed a few times, indicating the salesgirl’s impatience. Resigned to my sorry plight, I lowered my underpants, slipped out of them and placed them in the outstretched hand, which quickly vanished. “Thank you, kind sir. I’ll be back momentarily and we can try on your teddy.”

As she walked away I heard the giggling from the girls in the store. I stood there naked, oh so naked, holding my crotch with both hands. It seemed like she took forever. After a couple of minutes, the heads of Brenda and Becky, who are about my height, were peering at me over the top of the door. “Hi, Blondie,” teased Becky. “Are you enjoying your outing?” Both girls laughed as I bent down to a crouch, my hands covering my crotch. They walked away, quite amused. A couple of minutes later the teddy was held above the door.

“Here you go, sir. I think this will fit you beautifully.” I took the teddy from the salesgirl’s hand. “I’m sorry we don’t have a mirror in there, but there’s a full-length one out here, so when you’re ready, you can come out and model it for us in front of the mirror.”

I should have known that was coming, but somehow it caught me off guard. “N-no, really, that won’t be…you don’t need to do that,” I replied in a quivering voice.

“Oh, but I insist,” countered Julie cheerfully. I thought I heard her stifle a giggle. I knew I had to comply, and the sooner I did, the sooner the ordeal would be over. I slipped into the teddy and pulled the straps over my shoulders. I shuddered and slowly opened the door. Six sets of eyes were fixed on me, all coupled with ear-to-ear grins. “Oh, how darling,” chortled Julie. “Come, come, let’s take a look in the mirror.” She draped her cool fingers around my elbow and led me through the store. Of course, the mirror was all the way on the other side of the room. I tried walking briskly, but the devilish salesgirl held me back, extending the scene. The feeling of the silky material rubbing against me as I walked reinforced my humiliation. The giggling coming from the other girls was pronounced.

Finally we reached the mirror. I looked up and saw the wide grin on Julie’s face, and then looked at the boy standing next to her, wearing a teddy. His crimson face closely matched the fuchsia color of his garment. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody look more miserably embarrassed than the guy I saw in the mirror that day.

“Yes, I think this will be perfect,” Julie stated as she fiddled with the lace around the chest. “How does it feel?”

I was in no mood to discuss the nuances of the teddy. She adjusted the lace around the hem. “It’ll be fine,” I said abruptly. “I’ll take it.” I turned and hurried back to the dressing room. I closed the door and called out, “Okay, may I please have my clothes now?”

“Sure, I’ll make a trade with you. Hand me the teddy and I’ll go get your clothes for you.” I didn’t trust the fiend any further than I could throw her, but I wasn’t in a position to negotiate. I stripped off the teddy and draped it over the door. It was quickly snatched away. I stood there, naked (again), waiting impatiently for a few minutes, but (big surprise) nothing was forthcoming. Then Julie’s voice emanated from just outside the door. “Excuse me, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t tell you about our sale we are having right now on our line of undergarments. All bras and panties are thirty percent off. Can I interest you in a new set?”

I closed my eyes tightly, desperate to have my clothes back and be done with the awful ordeal. I tried to remain calm and firm. “No, thank you. Please, just bring me my clothes.”

“Oh, but you must try on a sample from our new line. Do you know what size cup you wear?” Again the giggles emanated from the store.

“No, please, I’m okay,” I pleaded desperately.

“Hang on, I’ll be right back.”

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